Lyrics:
the singer from the whorehouse song
When the well runs dry
There's nothing left to say
Just throw up your hands and wail all day
And everything's fair
succeed skating by, you're no Tony Hawk
You couldn't get a feat even being the only sock
And ho, you're no singer, oh what a shock
I gave you my input, now
bomb
Then I'm gonna snore on
Everybody hating like, "Your song
So wrong, thinking about the way that you go in long
Tangents hating and berating your mom
never felt so good
I'm caught up in the sky tonight
Wherever you will go, I would go there too
My heart was young and bit by a soul singer
Sweet songs
get active
Like Jet Li, I'm tryna stay balanced like ah
Music is a myth and every song I make is
Getting easier to stray
From the message that I bring
hate me, I'm so defiant
And I can get stupid just by droppin science
(Get)
(Get)
(Get funky)
I'm droppin science
The song that their playing, it’s older than a stone
I feel it in my heart, I feel it in my bones
The fiddle’s like a singer but the singers nearly
magic, tactics not intention
It's the singer-songwriter sounding like a rapper wanna be
Dropping bars, trying real hard to practice modesty
I'm not saying
hate me, I'm so defiant
And I can get stupid just by droppin science
(Get)
(Get)
(Get funky)
I'm droppin science
loving who I love
By being who I am, you see, it's an act of rebellion
So I guess that makes me one hell of a rebellious political
Singer, song
the place
When you get your finger on the music, it'll linger
Sing a song o' sixpence, sing it like a singer
A Nubian, a Nubian, a proud one at that
motherfuckers being talkin' for so long
But now I'm down with the innerface clik and it's on
Give a fuck were you're from nigga
And kay-doo always
co-ordinance!
LIMEY
What?s he talking about?
EUBANGDERE
I?m so high!
KWIRK
Limey? You?re demoted!
LIMEY
Oh ho ho, well then you?ll have to get
listening to your songs is a burden
Like a phone with no Wi-Fi or service
Your seat at the table is sponsored by coercion
I'm like you but an upgraded version
IT’S TRUE.
YES, THERE’S PRODUCERS AND THERE’S DIVAS,
BUT TODAY I’M A BELIEVE’A
THAT YOU GOTTA PLAY THE GAME.
TO WIN THE SMALLEST OUNCE OF FAME,
WELL,
Yeah, I own property and land, I'm in popular demand
'Cause the catalogue is long, I got more songs than Robert Plant
If you dissin', you get hit,
happened?!
We went from "too black to too skrong"
To Sisqo and the God damn "Thong Song"
We went from Farrakhan to Don Juan
Don Juan keep it pimpin man
But I'm
wanted to say to you
Hey girl, you're looking cute and sweet
Woah, after the songs you went away
I wanted to say won't you care to stay
But you went along
wanted to say to you
Hey girl, you're looking cute and sweet
Woah, after the songs you went away
I wanted to say won't you care to stay
But you went along
You're the one I've been waitin' for
You're the one I desire
But you must first realize
I'm not another man for hire
Someone's got a hold of my heart
(Get)
(Get)
(Get funky)
I'm droppin science
Rappers: Ask yourself the same question
Why am I best in this profession?
Is it because you're
havin' woman problems, it all began in Harlem
Wife with the Lou' Vuitton said I'm livin' wrong and I did her wrong
Forget the song, I swear I love her
your eyes on the song
every time you think you figured out which side that I'm on
and when you figured out there never was a side, and alarms
go off
dropping balls
I'm dropping bars a singer lover
I know you're watching be honest
And you're appalled that I'm modest
You're too involved and it's obvious
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